It was quite a shame to hear that, as England did believe in romance. Her love for Prussia was not only based on her power, but other things, things that England had tried to deny for centuries. She hung her head a little, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Don't we all?"

But before Prussia could answer, England was suddenly in her personal space, smirking softly, wet hair clinging to her face and lime-colored eyes narrowed. She supposed lust was alright. She'd kept the love hidden for years, but the chance to be intimate with Prussia was enough for the time being. A friend with benefits? Something like that. That was the time-period England was from. It was all about free love and experimentation. And so she allowed her fingertips to rest on Prussia's pale thigh.